VERSES

Tuesday, September 19, 2023

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from Pinterest; painting by Elena Yushina, 1958 ~ Impressionist painter

An Autumn Fold

Crackling lightning follows rowdy thunder;

My Mac-burger and Coke held for dear tighter,

No one told me i would be in this blunder;

The very sky did, of a foreign country,

Dormant minutes ago speaks rowdy thunder,

Vacation do and don'ts didn't list

Carry an umbrella, no wonder

Oh bless my heart today i am doused so

In pouring rain like a flounder

Autumn trees in there colourful garb watch me

Protecting Mac and Coke in rowdy thunder

REVISIT TO READ

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Folding Into Autumn

Monday, September 18, 2023

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Peewah, so called in Trinidad and Tobago is a palm fruit which when boiled with salt, makes a very tasty snack.

It has the texture of a very fibrous sweet potato, only it is not sweet.

Its is also know in some countries as Peach Palm Fruit

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Mosaic Monday#49

Quadrille #184 Smashing Poems

Quadrille - Smash

When the watermelon smashed to the ground,

it was as if the hope of a heatwave's passing just got dashed;

36 degrees C under the sun,

what a waste of delicious red cooling bites;

island breezes seem banished to fiction,

scourching hot days, reality.

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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 412

Hope you are having a nice September

Here in Trinidad and Tobago we are experiencing a Heat Wave

You've heard about the Monday Blues

well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).

REVISIT TO READ

Monday WRites 411

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NOW FOR THE MONDAY WRITES LINKY

For every Monday in September the Word is REMEMBER Link up with one of your posts where the word REMEMBER is present or the theme REMEMBER is presented

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Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

By William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

I summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:

Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,

And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,

And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight;

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er

The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,

Which I new pay as if not paid before.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.

Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought; By William Shakespeare HERE

Thursday, September 14, 2023

1093

This is the poem i read at OLN today.

Listen to Void Of Newness

You can revisit to read it HERE

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Open Link Night 346 – September Live Edition

Tuesday, September 12, 2023

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Arte Haida,” by Duncan Nagonigwane courtesy dVerse poetry pub

Waking To Aging: a Fold poem

Some mornings when bones relate age to skin,

Poise just wants to relax and bend forward;

Reality and surreal veils become thin,

Body pains storing aging records;

Sky of morning relate age to skin,

With its grey clumps of sunless clouds;

Some games you lose and some you win,

That's the way of setting and risings sun;

A heartshaped cloud! a sure win,

Can seep through aches of rising to,

Another day when bones relate age to skin.

REVISIT TO READ

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dVerse Poetics — Semiotics: Reading the Signs

Monday, September 11, 2023

She wanted so badly to go mall shopping with her friends, but there was this inherent 'lack of fun' app installed in her mum, so there was no way she could go if her dad was not around to plead on her behalf.

This was an important event. She had to buy a gift for her boy in Standard Five. He was only two years older than she was and he was such a hunk. All the girls swooned around him, but she had caught his eye.

She had to think of something and fast. Words swarmed like a buzz of bees in her mind. To be pretty for you I have dropped two seeds of turnsole in the dark of both eyes.

She started scribbling and pretty soon there was a poem almost by enchantment on the page. After she read the poem her mum smiled and nodded.

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REVISIT TO READ

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Prosery: Through the eyes of Isabel Duarte Gray

Challenge to use the line:“To be pretty for you I have dropped two seeds of turnsole in the dark of both eyes.” from the poem “Garden.” in a prose not more that 144words

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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 411

A HAPPY SEPTEMBER TO ALL

You've heard about the Monday Blues

well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).

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NOW FOR THE MONDAY WRITES LINKY

For every Monday in September the Word is REMEMBER Link up with one of your posts where the word REMEMBER is present or the theme REMEMBER is presented

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Barque of Frailty by Rishi Dastidar,

Barque of frailty, full of reformed rakes and bookish hearts

Block of fealty, full of knees doffing and hats bending

Barker of fantasy, full of bodies’ memories and memory’s body

Baroque of felony, full of fire curves and wavering sin

Byzantine of fertility, full of ground awakenings and blue sighs

Burst of fragility, full of hairline universes and breaking beats

Bloom of futility, full of pause buttons and waiting rooms

Brioche of flexibility, full of lifted crusts and spongy beds

Bridle of fashionability, full of revolving time and entropy’s glitter

Bulb of formidability, full of electric light never off since 1901